In the Fourth Circle of Hell, two figures suddenly fell from midair, hitting the ground heavily.

Igula immediately sat up and looked around, realizing that only he and Harvey were there. He instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, but complex emotions surged in his heart again. He rubbed his temples to dispel unnecessary thoughts from his mind, only then realizing he seemed to have arrived in a strange place.

He was sitting on a vast grassland, the grass soft and dry, with not the slightest trace of earthy smell, a warm breeze gently brushing his face, the bright sunshine obscured by white clouds, making the world bright but not dazzling.

Even after over twenty years of life, Igula had never witnessed such a comfortable and beautiful scenery. In that moment, Igula even doubted whether he had left Hell and returned to earth.

"So beautiful..."

The dark-skinned curly-haired man extinguished the white flame on his face, widened his eyes at this world, and sincerely praised it.

Igula was taken aback and immediately realized something was wrong: "Harvey, what do you find beautiful?"

"Huh? Do I even need to say it? Of course, it’s the mountains of skulls, the bones arranged like dense forests. Look at this ground, hair laid out as carpet, flesh and skin rotting into mud, tch tch tch..." Harvey spread his arms, took a deep breath, and sincerely exclaimed: "What fresh air, filled with the scent of decay... is this Heaven?"

"No normal person’s imagination of Hell is as terrifying as what you see." Igula quipped: "However, not seeing the world through your eyes, this place is indeed Heaven to me. So this is the Fourth Circle of Hell—the Fantasy Hell."

"Eh? So everything I see is an illusion?" Harvey squatted down, pulled out a stalk of foxtail grass to examine, and even put it in his mouth to bite, an action that completely extinguished Igula’s curiosity—the Swindler truly didn’t have the courage to ask what Harvey thought he was biting in his perspective.

"It’s not an illusion, but neither is it real; it’s the ’world you wish to see’." Igula said: "That’s the most unique part of this Fantasy Hell, the world appears different in everyone’s eyes, presenting you with your most beloved environment... didn’t you read the intelligence they gave you?"

"If I read it, you’ll read it too. If I don’t read it, you’ll still read it, so why should I bother? Better to let you sift out the useful information." Harvey stood up, patting his backside, and said with the foxtail grass in his mouth: "This is what I learned from Ash, giving you a chance to flaunt your knowledge, saving us time, and boosting your vanity, a win-win."

"Absorbing the dross, huh?" Igula’s lips twitched in mockery: "Then why don’t you learn more thoroughly, gather a few corpses and start a necromancer’s harem?"

"I just have a deeper understanding of life and death, doesn’t mean my morals are skewed." Harvey shook his head: "Even I think Ash’s tendency to fall for every pretty face is a bit too much. If he were in Hell with us, surely another female Demigod would fall victim to his charm, likely more than one."

"The Demigods here have probably lived for at least a thousand years, right?"

"The Ghost Prophet has lived for three thousand years."

"Do you really believe Vishi has feelings for him?" Igula couldn’t help but gossip with Harvey: "Although Vishi did help him a lot towards the end of the Angel Hunt, I always feel she just wanted Ash to lower his guard." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"I don’t believe in Vishi," Harvey spread his hands: "I just believe in Ash’s ’track record’."

"If so, that’s troublesome," Igula murmured: "Even Silver Lamp wasn’t as serious as Vishi... but since he’s finally reunited with the Sword Maiden he pines for, he shouldn’t be flirting with other women, cutting off all ambiguous ties... right?"

"Possibly." Harvey said: "At least we don’t see any other women by his side. He’s exploring Hell alone now, which is a significant breakthrough for him... since escaping the Blood Moon, have you ever seen him without a woman by his side for even a day?"

Igula was taken aback, thought carefully, and indeed couldn’t recall a single day. The first day of Gospel, he met Hanna, the first day of Senluo, he met Silver Lamp Black Crow, the first day of Dazzling Star, he met Felix, the first day of Allstars, he met Rose, then it was Filly and Nia—damn, this bastard mocks my Meiwa bloodline all the time, yet he’s never gone a day without women!

When I meet the Sword Maiden, I must wield this information with great effect!

The Swindler and the Necromancer exchanged a glance, couldn’t help but laugh, fully relaxed, and sat on the ground to rest. Since entering Hell months ago, this was their first smile.

Since stepping into Hell, Igula and Harvey’s nerves had been taut, knowing that the Forgotten had begun their assault from the First Circle of Hell. They had been running east and west, escaping from the First to the Fourth Circle, urgently gathering resources and delving into magic along the way... there was no respite at all.

Although they only briefly met Ash, barely having time to curse him before parting ways, for some reason, the oppressive weight like an abyss or prison on their shoulders suddenly lightened considerably. Their tense mood relaxed immensely, and waves of fatigue surged up.

Sometimes people are like kites with broken strings, needing to soar high with every gust of wind, fearing the cessation and fall to the ground, burying the grass. But with the string attached, they can rest a little, don’t need to fly so high, or so tiringly... it’s not that they truly rely on the string, but the string’s mere presence is enough to settle their wandering hearts.

In addition, making fun of Ash really reduces stress, but unfortunately Ash doesn’t get to see him losing his cool, which takes away some of the fun.

At this moment, two groups of figures appeared in the distant sky. Harvey took a deep breath and asked, "Since our perception of the world is different, then what about the demigods in our view?"

"Fantasy Hell only changes the world we perceive, the demigods clearly don’t belong to it," Igula said. "At least in my eyes, you’re still as unattractive as ever."

"Logically, Ash should also be in Fantasy Hell now, we—"

"No, don’t forget Ash shares the other half of the Holy Grail with Dazzling Star. The demigod of Hell poses no less danger to him than Dazzling Star does, so we can’t send them to look for him, nor can we let them know," Igula shook his head. "Moreover, he said he can return to earth and has probably gone back to enjoy some cozy comfort."

"Your tone sounds quite certain." Harvey was a bit puzzled. "Although Ash is rather perverse when it comes to emotions, he usually restrains his desires very well. Even when wandering across four realms, he manages to keep himself disciplined. I actually don’t think he would indulge himself."

"I’m not so sure either," Igula tilted his head slightly, "His eyes have a seductive allure like he’s been through many battles, but his demeanor is like a recruit, almost like a... pure Meiwa?"

While the two were discussing, the two distant groups of demigods finally approached. They landed and immediately saluted, respectfully saying, "Welcome, Rusted Crow, Ghost King!"

Igula was not surprised at all and calmly asked, "Have you found Amilo and Tiramisu?"

"News of Source Angel (Amilo) has fallen and Angel of the Dead Soul (Tiramisu) has been severely injured, plagued by curses, and temporarily unable to act," the leading demigod said. "Following the Gospel and Blood Moon oracle, Rusted Crow, Ghost King, Source Angel, and Angel of the Dead Soul jointly hold the highest leadership in Cloud City and Echo Palace. Now, Source Angel and Angel of the Dead Soul cannot participate in decision-making, hence Cloud City welcomes Ghost King and Echo Palace welcomes Rusted Crow. We remain loyal to the Divine Lord, at your command!"

"Excellent." Igula clapped lightly, his face full of praise. "I believe your loyalty will certainly earn the recognition from the All-knowing and Blood Moon."

Igula and Harvey naturally didn’t rely solely on themselves to escape from Level One to Level Four of Hell, nor was their Demigod Promotion Ceremony entirely on their own. They did indeed use their personal accumulation and talent to step into the Divine Domain and summon their divine beings, but don’t forget, the biggest challenge of the Demigod Promotion Ceremony is the covetousness of the Hell demigods.

Rajesh fell because the Hell demigods suddenly appeared to seize his divine being, forcing him to self-destruct his divine being, leaving nothing to withstand Level Five of Hell, ultimately crushed into a pile of rubies by Hell.

At the critical moment of Igula and Harvey’s ascension to demigods, they received help from two Divine Lords—All-knowing Weaver and Blood Moon Divine Lord. At that time, Amilo and Tiramisu were also ascending to demigods due to Hell’s Poison. After leaving the Allstars cage, they had to ascend immediately.

All-knowing Weaver and Blood Moon Divine Lord initially invested in Igula and Harvey with an eye on the future, but circumstances changed, and plans must adapt. With the World Snake devouring Level Six of Hell, the Divine Lords lost complete control over Level Six of Hell. However, traces of ’Hell’s Poison’ remain on the new demigods who just entered Hell, allowing the Divine Lords to contact them through these traces!

Level Six of Hell is the frontline against the World Snake. Whether it’s to harbor ulterior motives or to protect the world, the Divine Lords ordered their forces to resist the invasion of the World Snake fully. Almost every level of Hell has the Divine Lords’ forces, like Cloud City and Echo Palace in Fantasy Hell belonging to Extreme Master of Blood Moon and All-knowing Weaver.

The front-line commander leading the overall situation can only be these newly contactable demigods by the Divine Lords!

Amilo and Tiramisu, these two angels aside, Igula and Harvey, these two ’free demigods’ unwilling to join the Heavenly Kingdom, also received empowerment from the Divine Lords! But facts prove the Divine Lords’ judgment was correct, even if half of the four demigods die or get wounded, the other half can still be contacted, which is better than losing control over Hell entirely.

"Take us to see Tiramisu, we need to discuss the next decision," Igula immediately assumed the role of the commander, and the demigods, whose strength far exceeded his, had no objections, leading them to Cloud City base.

Harvey asked, "Can’t you heal Tiramisu’s injuries?"

"It’s difficult," the demigods admitted shamefully. "Her injuries are too complex, we can only do our best to prevent them from worsening."

Luckily you can’t heal them, otherwise, I’d have to find ways to worsen her injuries, Igula thought.

With Amilo pushed into the dead end and Tiramisu in a desperate situation, with Blood Moon and Gospel as his backing, Igula was just one step away from acting with impunity.

Free from the Cult Leader’s deceit in Hell, Igula can finally manipulate plots without restraint. He’s never the type to wait for someone else to save him, nor will he entrust his fate to others, even if they’re Divine Lords—chaos is the ladder to ascend, and he and Harvey originally needed lengthy accumulation to shine in Hell, but now they can leverage their influence to complete centuries or even millennia of magic accumulation!

More importantly, Igula knows he’ll inevitably oppose the Divine Lords one day. In previous communications, he’s already vaguely sensed that these Divine Lords, especially All-knowing Weaver, are preparing to hunt Ash, just like they hunted Source Angel... They dared to consume Source Angel, so how could they miss a big fish like Ash?

When Ash clashes with the fallen Heaven, Igula and Harvey are his banners in Hell.